To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade; nor circumscrib'd alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confin'd; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, With incense kindled at the muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, And many a holy text around she strews, For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious hand the closing eye requires ; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonor'd dead, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies, he would rove, Now drooping woful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. "One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favorite tree: Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the churchyard path we saw him borne Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay The Epitaph. Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, He Heaven did a recompense as largely send; gave to misery all he had—a tear; He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God. THE END. |